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"I'm afraid you'll get hurt."
Matou Sakura nodded and answered a little uneasily.
"Don't worry, I'm very strong. No one can kill me. And the battles that can't kill me will only make me stronger. If you also want to gain strength, you can't be afraid of fighting."
"If you want to avoid getting hurt, do everything you can to kill your opponent before you get hurt."
Moyin touched Matou Sakura's head and taught her.
This is how he crawled out of the apocalypse step by step. There is no doubt that this is the fastest way to become stronger. Now that he is teaching Sakura Matou, he will naturally take this path.
Although the process may be painful, gaining strength is not something you can get just by talking.
"Then, in that case, I will... replace you..."
Sakura Matou raised her head and expressed her intentions with a somewhat fearful look.
"Forget about this. He is not a very good opponent for a beginner. Let's find someone who is suitable for you."
Moyin touched Sakura Matou's head. Even though a drop of Sakura Matou's own blood was sealed in her body and her physical strength was much better than that of ordinary people, it was too unrealistic for her to face the Heroic Spirit directly.
For beginners, just find some junior high school or high school students to fight with. After all, Sakura's physique should be stronger than that of an adult now. Fighting with these older children may seem like a disadvantage, but in fact, she is gaining an advantage.
This will also help improve her somewhat inferior character. Defeating an opponent who is physically larger than her can greatly increase her confidence and courage, allowing her to maintain a good mentality in future battles and form a virtuous circle.
On the contrary, if you pick a heroic spirit to practice with from the beginning, you will probably be so frustrated that you will become autistic.
"An opponent that is suitable for me?"
Matou Sakura was a little confused.
"We should be able to find it if we look around."
Although she didn't understand what Moyin meant, Sakura Matou still followed Moyin.
Moyin's wave power quickly found the first suitable prey for Matou Sakura in Fuyuki City. A junior high school student who relied on his strong physique was beating another thin child. It might be school bullying or something else, but Moyin didn't care.
In terms of body shape, this junior high school student has an absolute advantage over a five-year-old girl like Sakura Matou, which is just right for cultivating Sakura Matou's self-confidence.
Moyin brought Matou Sakura to a nearby area where the other party would not notice their location, and then pointed to the scene of the violence.
"Sakura, go ahead and stop that violence. I'll be here watching you."
"Hmm... Well, then, then... Brother Moyin, I'm going."
Sakura Matou glanced at the relatively tall perpetrator in the distance and walked over without hesitation.
She didn't want to disappoint Moyin, so even though she was afraid of being treated roughly, she still walked over quietly.
In order to give herself courage, Sakura Matou relied on the memories that had previously flowed into her mind and used blood to create a small blood dagger in her hand.
Sakura Matou quietly came behind the junior high school student who was riding on the ground and beating another child, then raised the blood dagger with both hands and stabbed it into the junior high school student's head. The sharp blood dagger pierced the opponent's brain easily like cutting tofu. The junior high school student's body suddenly stiffened and he fell on the child who was riding on the ground.
Sakura Matou relied on her blood instinct to suck the blood out of the junior high school student with a blood dagger.
"Brother Moyin, am I doing well?"
Sakura Matou turned around and slowly ran to Moyin, looking at him with some trepidation.
"Um...it's good, um, it's good..."
Moyin was also stunned for a moment, then reached out and touched Matou Sakura's head and praised her.
Regardless…success deserves some praise.
However, he didn't expect Sakura Matou to be so cruel. She was obviously just a little girl, but she attacked directly to death. He originally planned to let her go up and fight with the bully like an ordinary person, but he didn't expect her to directly use blood-based skills to blow the opponent's head off.
Although bullying is not a good thing, it is not a capital crime at all. The other party may still have the possibility of reforming. He does not like to unreasonably deprive ordinary people of their right to live. People can die, but there must be corresponding sins.
Moyin used faith points to resurrect the junior high school student who had just been killed by Matou Sakura, but his memory of the attack was not deleted.
The bully who had experienced death once jumped up from the bullied person and fled in embarrassment without looking back. Today's bullying behavior left him with a psychological trauma. When he wanted to bully others again, the memory of being stabbed in the head with a dagger would resurface.
"Okay, Sakura, let's go first. Well, you did a good job. When facing an opponent who seems stronger than you, you have to try your best to use everything you can, assassination, sneak attack, whatever means you can use."
Moyin took Matou Sakura's little hand and did not let her see the junior high school student she had just killed escape, and turned and left the area.
It seems that I have underestimated her. The opponent used to train her should be someone more brutal.
"Yeah! Now, where are we going now?"
Sakura Matou nodded vigorously after being praised by Moyin. After receiving the praise, she wanted to do more for Moyin and wanted to get more praise and appreciation from Moyin.
In the near future, Mo Yin never expected that his actions today would cultivate a loli killer...
"Let me see... Oh, by the way, since your fighting style is assassination-type, weapons like daggers may not be suitable for you. Do you want to try a bow and arrow?"
Moyin remembered that Sakura Matou was very talented in archery when she grew up, so he suggested it.
After all, Sakura Matou's physical fitness is only slightly better than that of an adult. Murderers or real thugs will completely overwhelm Sakura Matou in terms of momentum. It is not realistic to approach them secretly like just now. After all, murderers and thugs are much more alert than the junior high school student just now.
It is obvious that Sakura Matou will suffer a great loss if she rushes forward with a blood dagger, so it is better to train her to use long-range attacks.
"Bow and arrow? Sorry, Brother Moyin, I haven't... I've seen a bow and arrow, but I don't know what it is."
When faced with knowledge that she had not mastered, Sakura Matou answered somewhat uneasily. She was afraid that Moyin would abandon her because she did not know this.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll make one for you later."
Moyin brought Sakura Matou to the deserted suburbs of Fuyuki City, then exchanged an archery target from the system mall and placed it on the ground, then walked fifty meters away with Sakura Matou.
A trace of blood gushed out from Moyin's fingertips, and then formed a blood longbow.
"Ying, remember this. As my successor, your own blood can be made into any weapon you want, whether it's a dagger, a long sword, a spear, or a bow and axe. As long as you have the intention, you can make it. Try to make a bow using the bow in my hand as a template."
"Okay, okay."
Sakura Matou stared closely at the longbow in Moyin's hand, and a blood-stained longbow gradually appeared in her little hand.
"Well done. Next, we will use the blood to make ammunition for firing, i.e. arrows."
Moyin's fingertips rested on the bowstring, and an arrow made of blood appeared.
Matou Sakura followed suit and started making arrows.
"Then just aim at the target, draw your bow, and shoot the arrow out."
Seeing that Matou Sakura had prepared the arrow, Moyin pointed to the target in the distance, then put away the blood longbow in his hand.
He could now just rely on his spiritual sense to lock onto the target and throw out a blood spear to make long-range attacks, so he rarely used the bow as a method of attack.
However, Sakura Matou has no spiritual awareness and cannot lock onto the target she wants to attack. If she wants to accurately hit a target in the distance, a bow and arrow is more reliable. After all, she has a certain talent for archery.
In line with the idea of teaching students in accordance with their aptitude, Moyin taught her how to use a bow and arrow.
Matou Sakura followed Moyin's instructions and shot out the condensed blood arrows. The first arrow hit the target and went far away.
"I...I didn't do it well."
Matou Sakura felt a little sad.
"It's okay, take your time. This kind of thing requires long-term training. Go on."
Moyin patted Matou Sakura's shoulder. Matou Sakura nodded vigorously, condensed a second blood arrow, and started practicing at the target again.
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"See, see a ghost?"
On the second floor of a western-style house somewhere, a weak-looking young man was sighing with a bitter face.
A muscular man over two meters tall, exuding an aura of dominance, was lying on the ground, watching a weapons display program on TV out of boredom.
From time to time, he would stretch out his huge hands to grab some snacks from the snack bag and stuff them into his mouth. After eating, he would scratch his butt. To put it nicely, he is not particular about details. To put it bluntly, he is really... sloppy.
The mineral water bottle seemed as small as an oral liquid in his hand. He was lying on the ground, taking up half of the room.
Class Rider (cavalry), King of Conquerors Iskandar.
"Why are you sighing? A Master like this is not worthy of being my Master!"
As if annoyed by the boy's sigh, the sturdy man drank with full energy.
"Last night, Assassin entered the Matou family's residence and never came out again. This morning I received a notice from the church that Master Assassin had lost his Servant and entered the church for refuge."
"That's an assassin!!! He was an assassin who specialized in sneak attacks. He was killed silently after he entered??? What kind of monster is hidden in the Matou family of the three great families?"
"Is it the Caster class that can restrain Assassin? But there was no magical fluctuation there yesterday. The familiar I sent over observed that it was as if nothing happened. Assassin suddenly disappeared!"
"Although a first-level assassin has been eliminated and our opponent only has five servants left, we have not obtained any intelligence at all. This is really too bad. We can't formulate a battle strategy at all."
Weber explained the reason for his sigh with a headache.
"Ha, since you want to know so much, let's go pay a visit to the enemy who killed those villains!"
Iskandar drew out the short sword he carried with him, the Sword of Sepluit... also known as the Ancient Destruction Domination.
This sword can summon his Noble Phantasm, the Divine Wheel. As a rider class, his Divine Wheel is a domineering chariot that can fly in the air, and can reach a speed that many Heroic Spirits cannot reach. This is the embodiment of him as a rider.
"No, no, you can't summon here!!! The whole house will be destroyed by your chariot!!"
Weber, who had seen the power of the Divine Wheel, waved his hands and shouted.
"Then it's over if we go out."
Iskandar grabbed Weber's belt, opened the window and prepared to go out.
"Wait wait wait, I haven't finished telling you the information about the Matou family yet!"
Waver, who was lifted into the air, shouted in panic.
"Oh? What else did you find?"
Iskandar threw Waver back onto the bed and asked.
"This morning, my familiar observed two people coming out of the Matou mansion. One was a weak little girl who looked very pitiful and had no energy. The other was a young man whose appearance I couldn't tell. I think he was a servant, but he had no weapons on him. I couldn't tell what rank he was. Did he hide his weapons on purpose?"
Weber asked.
"Perhaps. A servant does not necessarily manifest his weapon at any time. Just like my Noble Phantasm, the Wheel of Divine Power, it is fine to summon it only when it is needed."
Iskandar nodded and answered.
"Anyway, anyway, he couldn't even see through my familiar. I don't think he's a caster. After all, my magic water bottle is definitely not comparable to a caster (magician) as a heroic spirit."
"Have some faith in yourself, kid."
Iskandar encouraged.